Pop Pop - Natas

Pop, pop

Piggity

Pop, pop, pop, pop

Can you hear my battle cry

Can you look me in the eye

Did you feel the heat

When I let these caps crackle in the sky

Don’t get caught in the blood shower

Don’t die as no coward

The night is mine

Cause I was born in the midnight hour

Never shoulda let my hate

For this world develop, see

Now I gives less than a fuck

It’s time to raise the hell up

Gun blast piggity (pop, pop, pop)

Crash the deck

It’s the season of the head hunter

Chop!

Chop!

Head check

Hypochondriac insomniac

I’m reaching in my nutsack

Nigga fuck that bust at me

I bust back

Once I get out this coma

Come up out this meditation

I’mma start chasing niggas down with retaliation

N to the A-T-A-S

Back up in this bitch, hell yes

What you hearing ain’t no fucking test

Just so say farewell to the flesh, I just

Body count 'em down two into one

Cause murders fun

My shotgun said freeze 'em till he’s numb

Pop, pop, piggity, pop, pop

I don’t give a fuck if you a motherfucking cop

What’s up now nigga?

Finger on the trigger

Boom, boom, gravedigger

Body bag zipper

You ain’t shit

Bitch you gon' die

Made my mama cry

You murdered my brother, why?

Seen’s ya in the squad car

Pop that bitch up

Bullets went through yo chest

Now doctors can’t stitch you up

I’m coming to the hospital

Critical condition

I know you on life support

So now I’m on a mission

Grab the ski mask and the foe foe mag

Nigga I won’t rest until you pissin in a bag

You killed my brother

And now I’m gonna kill you

He won’t rest in peace until these slugs fill you

Room 212

I’m sending yo ass to hell

Popped him in the head

And watched his body turn pale

Pop the pill, cock the steel

I got the skills to kill

I’m from Detroit like Grant Hill

You all alone nigga

Tonight it’s on nigga

I got the chrome

And I’m busting fo' your dome, nigga

Pop, pop, pop, nigga pop so you

Drop, drop, drop, nigga drop got that

Blood clot, hole in yo head

Chatty ass nigga

I’ll be glad when you dead

Once I get to squeezin

And my reason’s a revolver

My problem solver

So tell your mama sayonara

Wada, da dang

Wad, da, da, da, dang, hey

Listen to my Glock go pop, pop, and I like that

The way your blood be spilling up

Gushing up on the concrete so fast

Never let me see you slipping

Cause I’m down to blast in your ass

And I got that Glock cocked

With my finger on the trigger right now

And I know my homie woulda done the same for me

So now I must pow